Chapter 103 (1/2)

0103 is not right

With Chen Hui pointing to ye Mengchen, the purple lightning twining around the black clouds in the sky disappeared.

From time to time, the gusts of wind disappeared, replaced by rain from the dark clouds.

The rain is not big, which is slightly bigger than the drizzle, but it is very dense.

The rain drenched Chen Hui's body, let Chen Hui whole person, the spirit for it.

However, Chen Hui is very clear in his heart that he is not showing a radiant look, but a listless look.

Because, the play is not only not finished, but also the beginning of the play.

Chen Hui breathed heavily. There is no doubt that this was shown to Ye Qihong and his wife.

Chen Hui pretended to wipe a handful of clothes. He didn't know whether it was rain or sweat. He took the opportunity to put the plasma bag hidden in the cuff of the Taoist robe into his mouth.

At this time, ye Qihong came over and obviously wanted to help Chen Hui, because in his opinion, Chen Hui's panting appearance should be the result of some detachment, or the exhaustion of mana.

Mother Ye quickly steps into the living room and catches up with an umbrella. As for ye Mengchen, she still sits on the sofa in the living room and looks at everything outside the door with her head tilted. She doesn't know what she is thinking.

”Are you all right?” Ye Qihong helped Chen Hui and asked with concern.

Chen Hui slowly shook his head. At this time, mother Ye rushed over, held up an umbrella, covered the top of the three people's heads, and helped Chen Hui from the other side, saying: ”little Taoist, when your master made the practice for Mengchen, it wasn't so big

At this time, Chen Hui's mouth was stuffed with a plasma bag. Naturally, he couldn't speak. Now he shook his head in silence, pretending to be unpredictable and didn't speak.

”Come on, let's talk inside.” With these words, ye Qihong helped Chen Hui to walk into the villa.

Just the right time!

Chen Hui said silently in his heart. As he stepped forward, he bit through the plasma bag in his mouth. At the same time, with a ”poof”, a mouthful of ”blood” spurted out.

At the same time, Chen Hui's feet softened and almost fell to the ground.

If ye Qihong and his wife had not helped Chen Hui, he would have fallen to the ground.

I have to say that Chen Hui's acting skills are quite superb, and so are the Oscar winners.

”Are you all right, Taoist Ye Qihong and his wife spoke this sentence almost at the same time.

”It's OK, the sequelae of forced practice.” Chen Hui coughed twice, spilled some ”blood” from the corner of his mouth, and said, ”it's better to pass this tone.”

”Shall I take you to the hospital?” Ye Qihong asked nervously.

During the conversation, ye Qihong and his wife had helped Chen Hui into the living room and sat down on the sofa.

Chen Hui waved his hand and said, ”no, it's not that serious.”

At this time, ye Mengchen is still sitting on the sofa in the living room, completely blind to Chen Hui's ”vomiting blood”.

According to common sense, Chen Hui's play is so lifelike that even ye Qihong and his wife, who are standing beside him, do not find that his ”lack of magic power, forced practice and vomiting blood” is a play. Sitting in the living room, ye Mengchen should not find that Chen Hui is acting!

As a client, ye Mengchen should show strong concern for Chen Hui. He should not be so calm and blind to Chen Hui's ”vomiting blood”.